Last night I gathered up a bagful of laundry (along with a handful of quarters), dragged a bag of garbage and trudged down my back staircase toward the laundry room.
Interesting, isn’t it?
It’s a usual routine for me. I’m always one to kill two birds with one stone (or for our animal lovers out there, to cross two T’s with one stroke), hence the garbage bag and laundry bag at the same time.
I keep all my laundry supplies locked in my storage cabinet in the basement. It’s easier than having to trudge them all down the stairs every time I do laundry, and they’re safe behind the lock.
Oh hell I’m boring you now. There has to be a point to this story, right?
Well there is.
You see, last night, when I got to the end of the building, I saw a bunch of old windows stacked up against the fence.
Curiously, I looked around and noticed that new windows had been installed in some of the rear apartments.
“Well that’s just great!” I said to myself. “When do I get my new windows?”
When I got in the basement, I got my answer.
There they all were, stacked against the laundry facilities, and against all the storage units. Windows of every shape and size. Ready to be installed.
I guess a trip to a laundromat is in order.
I ran back upstairs and checked my voice mail. Sure enough, the landlord had left me a message saying that they were going to start installing new windows on Thursday (which was curious since they had obviously started on Wednesday.) She asked me to move everything away from the windows and get them ready.
I went into full panic mode.
The air conditioners finally came out. The plants all got moved. The curtains pulled away.
And then I looked at Pippin and Screech, who were getting excited by all the activity.
What do I do with the cats?
I couldn’t lock them in another room, because every room in my apartment has a window. So there is nowhere for them to hide. I had to wait until morning to find out what to do next. There was a possibility that they weren’t going to work on my place that day anyway. If so, I could make arrangments for someone to watch the boys while my windows were replaced. If they were working that day, I’d have to stay home with them and keep them in their carriers. Which would be HELL.
So this morning, after warning my boss at work that I might not be coming in, I found out that they were, in fact, coming on Monday. Or so they told me today.
So what’s the point of all this?
Well, it’s been a rough couple of weeks. And things are just about to be resolved. My landlord is going to get her money (I should hopefully get it tomorrow), and I will even get a little extra to help alleviate some debt issues I have had recently. And to top it all off, I’m going to have brand-new, sparkly-clean, not-rotting, cracked or falling apart, easy-to-open, and totally air-tight windows in my apartment… the one that I get to stay in for (at least) the remainder of my lease, which officially renewed as of May 1.
So yeah, I’d say that’s a pretty good turn of events. Case closed. On to the next drama.
Coming up: How to deal with a car with two burned-out headlights. Next on Oprah.